Gabriella Dawson
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Hi theređź‘‹
I'm Ella and I write historical fiction and stories that’ll leave you reflecting on deeper meanings.
Occasionally, I write about my many crafts.
Stories (11)
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Loud Thoughts
Joshua was gone. It’s the first time I've been alone with my thoughts since this whole mess had started. My body was heavy and exhausted. Overnight, my dark hair had become a tangled rat's nest drenched in sweat. I felt sick. My head was throbbing with pain, and emotionally, so was my heart.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting
“Joshua?” Eleanor called out to me in the dark; coughing, sneezing, and her body shivering from the cold. I can still picture the scene from last night clearly. Of course, I was shivering in wet clothes too, but Eleanor was getting sicker by the minute. I could hear her stumbling around behind me. Quickly, I adjusted both the suitcases from my hands to fit hanging on one arm.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets Revealed
Joshua and I walked back for the last suitcase in silence for a long time. We were both soaking wet from the rain and the blowing wind made things worse. I couldn’t tell if he seemed a little angry or just deep in thought. In either case, I felt it best to give him space. I continuously twirled the marigold flower in my fingers, trying to keep myself distracted from the anxiety inducing silence. I knew what conversation was coming eventually. Just thinking about it made my stomach feel heavy. How can I tell Joshua the truth? But he’ll demand to know, and after saving me from Mr. Brooks’s men on the train, he deserves to know.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
Almost Safe
Light now came in through some cracks in the walls of the old barn. I sat up, my stomach heavy from thinking about last night. I poisoned everyone; my intentions only to put them to sleep, but what if they weren’t just sleeping? What have I done? Did I really have a choice though? I couldn’t let myself be sold into marriage and I had no other way of escape.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
The Escape Cake
In a dream… Suddenly, I was awakened in the night by loud voices downstairs. Slowly, I pulled the blanket up and got out of bed. What was all the commotion downstairs? I thought while tip-toeing very carefully out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
Fleeing In The Night
Have I gone far enough? This thought rang through my head constantly as I ran, ran, and ran. My throat stung and my chest was rising rapidly; struggling for air, but I had to keep going. My bare feet were sore, bleeding a little from rocks and twigs, but I just had to keep going. I had no time to watch where I placed my feet. What if it’s not far enough? I was terrified to think of someone finding me and taking me back.
By Gabriella Dawson5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Your Creative Genius
“I quit!”, “I’m no good at this!”, “This isn’t fun!” Those were some things I would tell myself after my mother first taught me and my sisters to crochet. I didn’t pick up on the craft naturally, I was sloppy with my stitches and too slow at it for me to feel excited about making something. It was especially disheartening for me to see my sister, Megan, take to the craft so well. She was the opposite of me: a natural! Everything she made was neat, pretty, and done in a short time. As this comparison continued, I grabbed the scissors and snipped the yarn from the little patch I had started. I told myself crocheting wasn’t for me before I gave it a chance.
By Gabriella Dawson5 years ago in Lifehack
A Letter To My Sisters
Hey, you three, When seeing this competition, I couldn’t help but think of all we’ve gone through, all we’ve overcome together. Us Dawson sisters have been in a whole other world. We’ve lived through financial struggles at young ages. We’ve dealt with mistreatment from others. We’ve carried burdens and secrets too heavy for most. We’ve held each other in heartbreak. We’ve seen each other at our worst. I don’t know if I’ve confessed this openly, and I’m still unsure if I’ll ever let any of you read this, but each one of you has been my strength, encouragement, inspiration, friend, and comfort in different ways.
By Gabriella Dawson5 years ago in Families
Signatures
“Shh...I know, it’ll be okay.” Mary gently pushed back the curly hair from Ellie’s face. Mud was dispersed over the knees of Ellie’s leggings and dirt was speckled on her forehead...in her hair...Ellie had taken a pretty big tumble. She wasn’t seriously hurt, thankfully, Mary thought. Just a little shaken up. Mary brushed the dirt from Ellie’s forehead, as she bounced back and forth humming softly. Slowly, her two-year-old got quiet and rested her head on Mary’s shoulder.
By Gabriella Dawson5 years ago in Futurism
